It's been disappointing, really. For a long time, I had crazy dreams all the time. Serious Mike battling a crocodile, myself being Batman's sidekick, and the Pope performing Mass for the US Senate on a beach in New Jersey. But of late, I haven't had many great dreams. Or if I had, I haven't remembered them.
Last night I finally had a good dream again. It started with myself and Laura going on a vacation trip with my college buddies. I don't know exactly where we went, but it was going to be a week-long trip again in which we were all going to take dancing lessons.
Well, when we arrived at the vacation spot, we all headed to the grocery store. This was one of those smaller mom & pop ones that you find in small towns. Somehow, I got in my hands a twinkie. But throughout the entire dream, nobody ever referred to it as such. It was always a "tasty spongecake."
So I was running around the grocery store with my tasty spongecake when one of the employees stopped me. He was angry. Evidently if I could not respect a tasty spongecake (which running around with it seemed to prove I could not), I could not join my friends in the dance lessons.
For the entire week, I sat around in the house we had rented, moping around, while everyone else went to the awesomely-fun dance lessons (or so I gathered from their conversations when they got home). They even rented a limousine when they went to one of the lessons!
I was very depressed about the whole thing, so much so that in my best Anakin Skywalker voice, I cornered Adam at one point and said to him, "This is the worst vacation EEEEVER!"
Then I woke up.
I don't even like twinkies.